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My Husband’s Sister Moved in After Her Divorce — One Day I Came Home to Find My Stuff Thrown Out
“What?” I blurted out. “Why did she call you now? After so many years?”
“I don’t know…” he sighed. “I guess she’s really struggling. She asked if she could come over and I couldn’t say no.”
“Emma, I can’t just turn her away. She’s my sister!”
Sister. Yeah.
And just like that, Sophia entered our lives.
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She showed up on our doorstep the same night with tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Thank you for letting me stay,” she said, gripping my hands. “I won’t be a burden. I swear.”
“Of course,” I said, forcing a smile. “We’re happy to have you here.”
What else could I say?
But it wasn’t.
From the very beginning, she overstepped.
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She commented on how I cooked. “You don’t season this enough, Emma.”
She criticized how I decorated. “You should move the couch. This layout is terrible.”
